Wow!  I didn't realize how long it has been since I posted!  Life has been so crazy!  It may slow down just a bit so I need to get busy and resume my recollections.

My mother is apparently sorting through some of her stuff and ran across this essay that I wrote.  I believe this was written when I was sixteen for my English class. We were instructed to write a biography. I had such a great teacher who gave me a love for writing.  How young I once was!  If I remember correctly, I received an A on this!

"A friend loveth at all times..."  Oh, how true this is, for my best friend lives up to this verse.  Let me introduce you to my friend by a brief resume of his life.

I encountered my friend nine years ago in my Sunday School class.  He was older than I but yet seemed to bring himself down to my level.  He was very good-looking with penetrating deep set eyes that seemed to be looking straight through me.  But these eyes were loving and gentle when they looked on me.  His hands were those of a great physician who could heal the physical as well as the emotional problems of any individual but were now engaged in leading me to a new pathway of life, opened to me because of my new friendship.

My friend was born in a very small city which was held in low esteem by the surrounding cities.  They didn't think it possible that any good could come out of this sinful city.  But my friend was an honorable man.  He learned the carpenter trade for his father was one.  His parents loved him very much and were quite astonished that he would have such a brilliant mind.  Indeed, he quite shocked the doctors when he was engaged in conversation with them for he knew as much as they did.  Yes, his parents could indeed be proud of him.

My dear friend spent most of his young life in his home town.  But it seemed the Lord wanted him to be a minister unto his people. So he obediently did as his Lord commanded him.  He was a tremendous minister and healed many a sin-scarred heart.  He was also a healer of physical defects.  In everything he under took, he succeeded. But his time drew to an end. The Lord wanted him home.  My dearest friend was killed in a most cruel way. The agony he borne and all the pain, but with such great courage!  He was a great person and it is well for me to follow his example.

This friend of mine is still with me and always will be.  He is so understanding about such little things as the boys I like.  He lends a helping hand in anything I ask him to, though it might be just a simple test at school.  When I'm afraid he calms my fears and stills my quaking heart.  If I ask for something he will answer, either with a yes or no.  If the no is not what I wanted, he helps me to accept it.  He gives me the much needed guidance for my future plans.  We can talk together, my friend and I, about the many splendid and marvelous things that God has created.  He understands me better than anyone else will ever be able to. Although I don't always understand him, I try my best and he helps me as much as he can. But the most wonderful thing is my friend watches over me wherever I go and his love is an everlasting love.

I want to please this friend of mine for, I know it makes him happy.  I'm so glad he gave me the privilege of meeting him.

Do you know who my friend is?  It's my Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ.  I received Him as my Saviour nine years ago and it is of Him that I have written. Although my parents, relatives and friends mean a lot to me, my Saviour means the most.  For without Him life wouldn't be worth living.  He did so much for me, a sinner.

Thank you, Father, for sending your only son into the world for me.